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Post by Bella Wolfe on Apr 16, 2009 22:18:24 GMT -5
Bella had a big job to do, she wasn't one to really go places. She felt like she was alone in the world. But when it came to Delta, means a lot to her. She was twenty and people usually didn't get to be a caption at such a yong age. She had a brain on her, she was an adult before she hit high school. She skipped some grads, graduated and was out of there.
She had been thinking of many things, she was kind of bummed because her parent's died on this very same day. She kept herself deep into her work, so she could just get away from everything. Bella was humming a little, sitting back to relax. Was something that she didn't do much of. She was reading reports and thought she heard something, turning around on her black lather computer chair and waited.
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 17, 2009 19:04:24 GMT -5
Zoey had her own small office in the Underground Police Department/Delta Seven Special Forces area. It was modest. It had a nice desk, made out of metal but it looked like it was made out of wood, with a faux grain. There was also a nice leather backed chair behind it. There was an antique, Royal Model 10, circa 1929, sitting on the desk, as well, as a large calender, with days crossed out with big red Xs. There was a cup holder, stuffed with fifty million pencils; not literally, but there was quite a lot there. And there was one red marker sticking out amongst them.
It was possible that the red marker was the one she used to mark off the days on the calendar.
The typewriter, the Royal Model 10, was a beautiful piece of work. It was cleaned, polished, oiled, and lubricated. And it had a brand new ink ribbon installed. Beside the machine, was a stack of clean white papers, and beside that, a stack of papers with lots of typing on them.
She had wrote those up in times of stress, in order to relax herself. The clacking of the typewriter relaxed her. And she also e njoyed it over the computers that the UPD provided her with, when it came to typing anyway. She still enjoyed the computer, of course.
At the moment, Zoey was sitting at her office. That familiar, loud, repetitive clacky-clack sound filled the office, and was heard outside of the office. Sound traveled.
The Delta Seven marksman was typing away at her typewriter. What was she typing? People were possibly asking. Love letters to no one? Short stories? Poetry? Well, all in all, yes, to all of them. Well except the love letters. She didnt really have a reason to write a love letter.
She wrote short stories, she wrote poetry,and she enjoyed writing screenplays, although she doubted they would be produced any time soon. She also kept a daily journal of the daily events, using the typewriter.
Currently she was working on her journal. Her gun was on the desk, beside the typewriter, the SIG P226, the safety was on.
Clack-Clack-Clackity-Clack-Clack! The sound echoed as she typed away.
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Post by Bella Wolfe on Apr 20, 2009 22:41:19 GMT -5
Bella was having one of those days she wishes she was at home. She looked outside. She heard the sounds of thunder. Oh how she loved such a day. Seeing the rain, it was a day like this she missed her parents. Bella didn't understand why her parents died. She was young, and everything was so perfect in life.
With a sigh she ran her fingers in her dark brown hair, she pushed herself away from the window and slowly made her way down the hall. Within a few moments she heard something. Stopping dead in her tracks, her eyes scanned the area. She smiled and followed the sound, she came to Zoey's office. Bella smiled at her.
"Hey Zoey" Bella said with a soft voice, she had family within the people she worked with. Crissing her arms leaning into the doorway. She listened to her typing, Bella got a chill but ignored it.
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 20, 2009 22:51:36 GMT -5
She had been so intent on her typing that at first she hadn't heard it. Then she'd peek up and was a bit surprised. "Oh. Hey Bella." A smile spread across her pretty face. She'd type a period at the end of the line, and then she slid the carriage back into place, after that comforting "ding" which signaled the end, filled the room.
"How are you doing?" She moved the typewriter, slowly and carefully, to the side a little bit, so it didn't obstruct her view of the door, or of the brunette. She stood up, stretched, popped her joints, back, knuckles, neck, and waist. "Ah man that felt good." She'd look over. She had added about ten more pages.
"Heh, its never gonna get out to the people, but I thought I'd get a few more chapters done on this." She patted the manuscript on the desk, which was slowly getting thicker and thicker with every additional chapter added onto the script's preverbeal waist.
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Post by Bella Wolfe on Apr 21, 2009 0:00:03 GMT -5
Bella smiled and walked into her office, she sat down and looked at her. "Im alright, id complain but I wont" She laughed and relaxed in the chair. She saw the pile of paper she was working on. "You know, you should let someone read that, it's coming out of your brain and your extremely creative and have one hell of a brain Zoey" She said with a grin on her face.
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 21, 2009 0:31:23 GMT -5
"Heh, don't know about creative mind, but, I write down what comes to me." She'd smile over at the brunette who sat down in front of the desk. "It was my mom's." She sat down, and she'd pat the old typewriter. "A Royal Model 10, built in 1929, very rare cause of these mathematical symbols, numbers, addition, subtraction, all that. This thing's older than both of us, but it still works."
Zoey leaned back and smiled, "It was the only thing I bothered to save, from when they recruited me. I didn't have anything else worth taking. And, I didn't shed a bitter tear when they took me from home." She'd stretch and smiled, "So, other than being annoyed but not wanting to complain, how are you? Any one in your life? Cute guy in uniform maybe? If yes, does he have a brother? Maybe one with blue eyes." She was joking of course, trying to make light conversation.
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Post by Bella Wolfe on Apr 21, 2009 22:15:38 GMT -5
Bella couldn't help but laugh at what she said "Me have a man?" She sighed. "Yeah right, ive never had a boyfriend. always wanted one but im always just the "friend" never the girlfriend" she said simply. "But if I manage to grab a guy i'll ask if he has a brother for you" She grinned.
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 22, 2009 9:37:30 GMT -5
"See? That's the type of attitude we all need. Cooperation. Us girls gotta stick together. Find ourselves some cute guys in uniform and go party." She'd grin faintly and stood up. "Well, I don't really have anything else for today. They didn't want us to go out yet. Something about a storm coming. It'd be dangerous to go outside, especially with lowered visibility. If we can't see whats coming towards us..."
She didn't want to finish that sentence. Zoey looked at the stack of papers. "Hm....Well, if you want.." She got some fresh paper, and slid it over to Bella. Then she turned the typewriter to face her, sliding a new, fresh piece of paper in. "How about you....write something down?"
She patted the typewriter. "That's how I get rid of my stress, and boredom...just write away. Type whatever's on your mind. Push it out. And lock it onto paper. Then if you want, you can stuff it into a file, and stuff the file into the filing cabinet. Or, you can burn it. That way, it cant' come back to you again."
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Post by Bella Wolfe on Apr 23, 2009 23:03:30 GMT -5
Bella smiled and nodded to what she said "yep us girls" She giggled a little bit. She heard what she said about a storm, thinking about it she wasn't told about that. She was the Captain of Delta Seven and she didn't know that. That kind of worried her, but she wouldn't let Zoey see that. She looked down for a mother, with a kindness she looked right back at her. She watched as the typewriter was turned facing her. She tilted her head to the side.
"alright, but no idea what to put down" she simply said
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Post by Zoey Black on Apr 25, 2009 9:02:53 GMT -5
"Its fine. Write whatever comes to mind. Thats what I usually do." She sat down and rested her chin on the palms of her hand. "I write whatever pops up. Describe the perfect guy you wouldn't mind dating. Describe your happiest memory. Write down your fondest wish." She nodded and she leaned back in the chair.
"Thats what writers do. They don't all sit down and plan. They just go with what comes to them. I'm not a writer, but, I know what my old teacher taught me. Write what you know. So, what do you know? I bet you know a lot." Zoey smiled.
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Post by Bella Wolfe on Apr 28, 2009 21:47:02 GMT -5
She just nodded and smiled, she thought about it for a moment, thinking about her memories of her parents.
"People do not know what it's like to lose your parents, but I will live and I hope my parents are happy with what ive done in my life. I remember when she was six years old, I was given a big teddy bear for my birthday. She was simple, my parent's also. We loved one another.
Four years ago we went to the beach, god how beautiful it was. Walking across a bridge that people were fishing, but me.. I went over it and looked down. I was surprised that the beach was so calming. Something that I didn't do very much. When we left to go walk the beach feeling the sand sinking in her foot steps. I wonder if i'll ever be happy again..."
She sat back and sighed a bit.
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